French Kiss excerpt

Eek! The new website is up–I hope you all like it! It took a lot of my time (and Mr. Salt’s time, if I’m being tooootally honest with you) to get it in shape. Having DIY’ed everything I now realize why people shell out the big bucks to web designers to do it for them. It’s not as easy as it seems, but everything is much snazzier now. More glitz, more glamor–kapow!

And now, what you’ve all been waiting for–a free excerpt of a sequel to Double Trouble. This one clocked in at 16,000 words of smutty foursome-y goodness. If everything goes according to plan, this one will be published this weekend, so you’ll have something fun to read over your Fourth of July holiday (for those of you here in the States). I’ll send out the blast to my mailing list as soon as it goes live (it’ll be $0.99 for the first day, and will be $2.99 after that).

It was good to get Shanna, Ashlyn, and the Stewarts together again. This story was unexpectedly romantic (maybe because it’s set in Paris?). I hope this little excerpt whets your appetite…

“Alright, girls,” she said. “Undress each other. And take your time,” she added.

Shanna and I looked at each other. Of course, she made the first move. She pulled my tank top up over my head and slid my bra straps down over my shoulders, one at a time. She was smiling the entire time. She reached behind me and undid my bra, then pulled the useless thing off my chest. Her eyes widened at the sight of my breasts. She lowered her mouth and was just about to lick my nipple into her mouth when Mrs. Stewart made a sound of disapproval.

Shanna pouted only for a moment before dropping to her knees in front of me. She pulled my panties the rest of the way down, then turned to look at the Stewarts, her eyes bright.

“Go ahead, Ashlyn,” she murmured to me. She was toying with a lock of her hair as she watched, her husband’s hand resting on her thigh.

Shanna had a shy grin on her face. It was almost infectious–I pictured collapsing onto the floor in giggles with her, but I glimpsed the brown tip of my nipple as I looked down and remembered what had brought us together in the first place. She ran a finger up my belly and between my breasts, teasing. She wasn’t going to disobey Mrs. Stewart…but she was going to push the limits that they’d set.

I reached for the top button on her shirtdress, my hands fumbling slightly as I moved down her dress, revealing inch after inch of bare skin. The dress slipped down on the right without me doing a thing, revealing one bare breast. Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra–would she even need it while she was here?

As I peeled the dress down, I revealed her soft, naked hips–no panties–and skimmed my hands over the curves of her ass. I brushed the tiny, delicate dimples above her cheeks with my fingertips, and she pushed herself against me, the hot look of desire in her eyes.

“Missed you, Ashie,” she said to me, before she broke all the rules and kissed me, pulling me to her, our breasts pressing against each other, softness against softness. My nipples hardened instantly at the contact.

This time, the Stewarts didn’t object. They let us kiss, our mouths wet and hungry, our hands running over each other’s bodies, remembering and relearning every inch of flesh. I’d forgotten what she smelled like–floral shampoo with the scent of roses. There was the faint scent of her sweat beneath the roses and it made me even wetter, an unbearable throbbing desire between my legs.